Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war. That was where Athena Rangarsdóttir got her name from. The brave beauty knew how to use a sword and it was her weapon.
( THE LAST KINGDOM )
( season one - season five )
( finan x fem!oc )
( cover by @evanschri...
▃▃▃▃▃ ‧₊˚⊹ ‧₊˚⊹ ▃▃▃▃▃ THE LAST KINGDOM 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ─── ❛ battle of tenttenhall
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SERPENTS TONGUE ₊˚.༄𖥸 ── 𑁍₊𓄹 -- ❪ the last kingdom ❫. 𓄹 ╭ ‧₊˚⊹ 你好，欢迎光临 ╰ ✦ kidnapping from a church╭ ᘒ ✦
Preparing her horse, Athena held onto its reigns, running her hand through its mane. They are about to head off to Winchester to speak with Edward.
"Mother!" Athena turned around at that, seeing her daughter, Thyra, run towards her with Atlas at her side.
Athena smiled softly at the pair, crouching to their level once they stopped in front of her. "What is it, sweet thing?" Athena asked, holding onto Thyra's arm.
Thyra panted heavily, reaching into her pocket and pulling something out. "Me and Atlas found these, near the river."
Athena's brows pinched together as she glanced down at her daughter's hands. Her eyes immediately widened as she looked at the runes in her daughter's palms. "Where did you say you found them?" Athena immediately asked, reaching to hold one of the runes.
"Near the river." Atlas' squeaky voice piped up, rocking back in forth on his feet with a grin. "What are they?"
Athena pursed her lips as she stared down at the rune in her hand, tracing her thumb over the symbols. "They are twigs, Atlas." Thyra simply said, turning to the younger boy. "With carvings, isn't that right, mother?"
"They are not twigs." Athena shook her head, keeping her eyes on the rune, squeezing it into her palm. "Runes."
Thyra and Atlas shared a look of confusion, both younger faces holding confusion and interest. "What are runes, mother?" Thyra questioned, holding onto the other rune in her hand.
Athena swallowed thickly as she looked up at her daughter. "They are what seers use—witches." Athena breathed out, pursing her lips once more.
"Can I keep them?" Thyra grinned with a pleading look. "Please, mother? They are fascinating." She then turned to Atlas, nudging his arm. "Aren't they, Atlas?"
Atlas immediately nodded his head, turning to Athena with a smile. "Yes." Athena raised her brow at that, letting out a heavy sigh as she reluctantly nodded her head.
"Fine." Athena nodded, placing the other rune in her daughter's hand. "It is not like you can use them for witchcraft." Athena jested as Thyra grinned.
"Thank you, mother!" Thyra giggled as she wrapped her arms around Athena's neck.
Athena softly smiled as she embraced her daughter, pressing a kiss to her head as she ran her hands through Thyra's hair. "Go find your father before we leave." Athena pulled out of the hug, cupping Thyra's cheek. "And you find your father, Atlas. He will be with your mother." She ruffled his curls with a grin.
